[ Gen had known what it was like to deal with Silco, and it certainly hasn't changed in the time since Horos. Even though Gen wasn't... one of them. A Zenite, he wondered if it was his lack of loyalty to the cause, or something else? What kept him from signing on, when he'd been perfectly happy to work for the Regent before? Was there something different about Yima? Or was it simple stubbornness that kept him from joining? Silco, of course, knew what motivated him, but others were more...difficult.

At least at first. He stared for a moment, considering. Like gears in motion behind an unblinking stare, as he considered. Well, there was something he would take for the "gift", but more importantly than that... ]

It lasts around ten minutes.

[ He answered, first. ]

Before I decide what I would ask in return, tell me this. What will you do with your sand, in the end? When we have to turn this all in?

[ Would he want to save your average... dweller? With their blighted bodies and minds? Would he bother with resources? What was his goal? Or was it simply to survive? Which while admirable most of the time, would be in Silco's way. What he wanted right now were those oracles -- to take them. Use them to rip and tear it apart. Single-minded though he was, it wasn't without purpose, although it's not apparent from the calm, nearly disinterested look on his face. If only it weren't for that unblinking, burning eye. ]